Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 592 Zhang Yuan was never just a brute who knew only how to kill.
Li Cheng believed that the opportunity he obtained from Yu Yuan Trading Company was a business opportunity.

At most, there is a slight possibility of making connections with powerful figures in the capital.

But what are we hearing now?
With such nonchalance, tens of millions of imperial princes were mobilized?

The fate of all Confucian scholars can be decided in a single sentence?

If the scene of this gathering hadn't been so mysterious that he couldn't question it, he probably would have stood up right now and berated all the people in front of him as lunatics.

Who do you think you are?
Do you think you can decide things in this world just by talking?

However, there was no discussion between these people; they were just passing on a few messages.

Could it all be true?
"Conquering Liangyuan Domain is not difficult; what is difficult is the Liangzhou Buddhist sect behind Liangyuan Domain."

Zhang Yuan's voice sounded again.

"Once the army breaches Liangzhou's bottom line, the Buddhist sect will definitely take action."

"The Qin Dynasty's struggle with foreign lands does not need to attract too much attention, lest it cause unrest among the people."

Zhang Yuan's gaze swept over everyone present, then he looked at Yu Kuizhen, codenamed Fuchen, and spoke softly with a meaningful tone.

"Every inch of our land is bought with blood. If we can draw the attention of the world to the Eastern Territory and observe its changes over the next three years, it will bring more stability to both the imperial court and the martial world."

"If Your Majesty could write a calligraphy piece for the youth of the world, calling on all promising young people of Qin to come to the Eastern Territory for training, the Eastern Territory would surely become even more lively."

Zhang Yuan tapped lightly on the armrest of the high seat with his palm, and his figure slowly disappeared.

The others looked at each other and gradually disappeared from the spot.

Li Cheng hadn't uttered a word from beginning to end, and now, looking at the empty, illusory place, his face was full of blankness.

Only when all the illusions before him vanished, leaving only the layered mountains of the Spring Mountain painting scroll, did he slowly raise his head.

"I... I can't be dreaming, can I..."

Li Cheng put away the Spring Mountain Painting, took a deep breath, and walked out of the quiet room.

"Someone is coming."

With a low shout, several members of the Changyuan Gang outside the quiet room quickly stepped forward, bowed, and clasped their fists.

"Greetings, Chief."

"What are your orders, Chief?"

Li Cheng, with his Dragon Elephant Realm cultivation, holds an absolute position within the gang.

"Xu Xiaosan, go to the Eastern Territory and find out the latest news there." Li Cheng looked at the bowing men before him. "Remember, the most important are Marquis Qingyang and the Eastern Territory envoy—"

He was about to mention the Eastern Frontier Camp when he suddenly realized that this matter was probably not something that should be spread.

Waving Xu Xiaosan away, Li Cheng looked at the young man in the green robe in front of him: "Guo Baiyu, you're a clever kid. When you go to the capital, be sure to listen for any news about the Eastern Territory."

After giving several instructions, Li Cheng watched as the people in front of him left before looking up into the distance.

Standing there, he felt extremely agitated.

Today's gathering made him realize that he could no longer be an ordinary, unambitious wanderer like before.

Hearing those words, so confident and assertive, that they could decide the future of millions, he, a mere head of the logistics gang, suddenly felt utterly bored.

"Eastern Territory."

"Every inch of land is soaked in blood."

"If everything is true, then I will also go to the Eastern Territory."

Clenching his fist, Li Cheng muttered to himself.

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The Great Qin Imperial City.

The Hall of Nourishing Heart.

Emperor Yuankang, leaning back on the dragon throne, narrowed his eyes slightly and said indifferently, "An inch of land is bought with blood. Did he say that?"

Below, Yu Kuizhen bowed and said, "Yes."

Emperor Yuankang slowly sat up straight and looked at the long table in front of him.

"Prepare the brush and ink."

Upon hearing his words, Yu Kuizhen quickly set out the brush and ink, and spread out the dragon-patterned paper.

Emperor Yuankang remained calm, took the brush, pondered for a moment, and then wrote several large characters on the scroll.

Go to the eastern border.

The Imperial City, the Imperial Guard Camp.

Commander Zheng Qiaoshan, sitting upright in his tent, looked at the scrolls before him with a solemn expression.

Before him, a middle-aged man with a face somewhat resembling his lowered his voice and whispered, "Fifth Uncle, are you really going to send Chongwu and Chongshan to the Eastern Territory?" "With you in charge of the Imperial City, their achievements within the Imperial Guard will be far greater than if they were in the Eastern Territory—"

Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, Zheng Qiaoshan looked up, and the depth in his eyes made the middle-aged man's shoulders tremble.

"What do you consider to be an achievement?"

"To achieve great deeds and establish a career, or to gain official rank and title?"

Zheng Qiaoshan's words left the middle-aged man stunned for a moment.

"Fifth Uncle, does this count?"

The middle-aged man hesitated before speaking.

"Perhaps, there's also the possibility of advancing in martial arts..."

He added.

Since his fifth uncle's cultivation reached the Grandmaster realm, his majesty has become increasingly profound, and he often dares not face him directly.

"wrong."

Zheng Qiaoshan shook his head, a glint of indescribable shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"Whether it's achievements or spiritual practice, neither can be considered a true accomplishment."

"True achievement lies in walking your own path and creating your own unique style."

"In the Eastern Territory, there is a path that belongs to them."

Zheng Qiaoshan's voice was solemn as he said in a low voice, "Have the clan members pack their belongings. We'll set off tonight and head directly to the Eastern Territory."

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then quickly bowed and left the tent.

Zheng Qiaoshan looked out of the tent and said softly, "Lord Qingyang, I truly hope that one day we can fight side by side..."

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Spring Mountain Picture.

In the small courtyard.

Before his desk, Zhao Yu held an ink brush in his hand, quickly writing and sketching.

Zhang Yuan stood to the side with his hands behind his back, watching her black hair fall onto the scroll of paper.

"You've never been known for being very steady, so why are you being so aggressive now?"

"Do you think you can handle the affairs of the Eastern Frontier and the Qin Dynasty all by yourself?"

"So what if you're the head of the Heavenly Suppression Bureau? Are you invincible now?"

Zhao Yu muttered to himself, pausing with his brush: "The ink's gone."

Zhang Yuan chuckled, picked up the water cup, poured water into the inkstone, and then gently ground the ink.

Zhao Yu looked up at him, and the resentment on her face slowly turned into tenderness.

"Don't act recklessly in this world; killing is the worst possible strategy."

"When you sit in that position, everyone knows you're going to kill, everyone fears you. But when you're no longer in that position, we, and our children..."

Zhao Yu paused for a moment, a blush flashing across her face, and looked up at Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan smiled and raised his hand, using the ink-stained hand to stroke Zhao Yu's face.

Instantly, Zhao Yu looked like a cat covered in graffiti.

Zhao Yu took the ink brush and drew circles on Zhang Yuan's face, then grabbed his clothes to prevent him from escaping.

After a few moments of playful banter, Zhao Yu's figure slowly dissipated.

The painting of spring mountains falls silent once again.

Zhang Yuan looked at the handwritten note left by Zhao Yu, and the plans in it were clearly visible.

"Yu Yuan Trading Company formed a merchant alliance and went to the eastern border to form alliances with aristocratic families, thus easing the resentment between the aristocratic families and the government."

"Besides grain requisition, the aristocratic families in the Eastern Territory own a large amount of land, where they cultivate spiritual herbs, mulberry trees, hemp, and other crops, thus binding them to the land and the trade routes."

"Dividing aristocratic families into Confucian, military, and official factions requires careful planning and cannot be rushed."

The dozens of records, some long and some short, are all filling in the gaps or omissions in Zhang Yuan's current actions.

Looking at the words, Zhang Yuan chuckled and put the scroll away.

He knew that Zhao Yu was confused because he was concerned.

Zhang Yuan was never just a reckless brute who knew only how to kill.

This is just a facade he presents to outsiders.

(End of this chapter)